echo.

hip hip the pig hooves walk.
under stars the pig feet flop.
ah in the blink of an eye,
the pig alters his perception and so do i.
i hold it in these eyes until my horns start falling off.
focused on the blasting stars,
the stratosphere dissolves.
the pigs all squeal with delight.
nothing here is solved.
under alters,
slightly altered,
ink blot, smoke screen,
mushroom dot.
the sun lashes out and lapses about,
fading in and back out of the sky.
the pigs, they fly past jellyfish skulls,
melting down to human form.
chords they form, knotted and true.
cords they pull from me to you,
as we lead the pigs up through the sky,
the fading bells still ring.
an eye blinks again, as i come in for a landing.
the crystals drag through troughs of sin.
am i decieved, oh, am i dreaming?
this broken canyon laps me down through the cracks.